Nothing reminds you that you are a quivering sack of anxious energy bouncing around the planet more than a barista who yells out “Weak Mocha with 2!” in the middle of a relatively full cafe.
Yes, I am sensitive to caffeine and I needed a pick me up through the day due to a lack of sleep – also born out of the stupid anxious sack of skin and brain that I call a body.
It wasn’t weak, it was half strength! Language is important and perspective is everything 🙂